All Chapters of Her Three Wicked Mates: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elara'S POV “Good morning, miss.” Maeve brought me a tray for breakfast and quickly retreated as soon as I opened my mouth to ask more questions. I sighed. She wasn’t going to give me any answers.Alone, in silence, I ate while staring out the window. Snow drifted down with a hypnotizing allure as I watched one large, fluffy flake after another pass my window and disappear into the whiteness below.I’d tried to open it, to determine if it was a potential escape route, but it wasn’t that type of window. The single pane of glass was solidly anchored in the wall.The next thirty minutes, I spent poking around the room. While the bathroom was well stocked, and the wardrobe housed an array of silk and satin dresses, everything else was empty and stark. I was forced to handwash my bra and underwear, and dry them by the fire to avoid having to go commando.Maeve reappeared in the early afternoon and brought lunch. She set the tray on the table, swapping it with the one from breakfast. I not

Lysander'S POV As soon as Elara leapt up and sprinted down the hall, my primal instincts kicked in. Chase. I bounded after her, using my sense of smell and hearing to track her in the absolute blackness. She rounded a corner and entered the main hallway. Up ahead, a faint glow of light beamed in at an angle above the staircase. I caught up with her as she began to descend, but she sprinted down the steps quicker than I expected.My body coiled, then released as I made the jump to the landing below Elara. I crashed into the banister, hardly feeling it, and turned to face my mate. She was already speeding back up the stairs now that I’d cut off her escape.With a delighted snarl, I chased after her. This was one of the best games I could ever imagine playing with my mate. My blood rushed. Adrenaline filled my body. Soon, I’d have her cornered and she’d have to surrender to me.Elara wasn’t as quick climbing up the staircase. With a well-timed leap as she reached the wide hallway, I tac

Elara'S POV Lay wide awake in bed that night. Tumultuous emotions raged inside me, and my mind raced to make sense of them. My escape attempt had failed before it had even begun. Somehow, I’d known that it was Lysander’s wolf who pursued me long before he had shifted. Terror had directed my thoughts and actions, yet at the same time… I didn’t know how to explain it.When the huge, white wolf tackled me, I was petrified, but also… thrilled? Anxious? There was definitely an undercurrent of excitement that chilled me to the bone. This was my second night here. Was I already developing some kind of psychological bond with my captors? How could that be?Xavier and Kaelen frightened the hell out of me, and infuriated me too, yet looking back on dinner, I couldn’t deny a certain allure. Their raw, primal energy drew me to them. It started with Xavier’s beauty. Now, the thrill of Lysander’s wolf chasing me.I was so fucked up. Where did this come from? They were monsters.Had I really tried

Kaelen'S POV stared at my computer screen in our joint office as the afternoon wore on.No news yet from the supernatural private investigators I had scouring the country for the enchantress. At some point, it seemed we’d have to discover a clue that would lead us to reliable information. I kept telling myself that at the start of each new search. After so many years of this, I was rapidly losing hope.Frustrated, I pushed away the laptop. In the meantime, we had businesses to run, which were proving as challenging as breaking this damn curse. Eclipse wasn’t going to stop trying to take what was ours until we killed them all. Though that was easier said than done. Over the years, they’d grown in strength and numbers to rival our own. It would be a bloodbath.I gazed out the window at the snow-covered forest to where it sloped down to the lake. The world out there was just one headache after another. It was no better here. I’d never admit it to anyone, but sometimes I grew overwhelmed

Elara'S POV Hat a fucking asshole! My pulse thudded in my ears so loudly it nearly blocked my gasping, ragged breath. I shut the bedroom door and wished it could be locked from the inside. With my back pressed to the cool wood, I stared up at the ceiling.Kaelen and his scars did terrify me—not that I would admit that to him. I couldn’t believe I’d called him a liar to his face. Twice. What on earth had come over me? Did I have a death wish? Was I insane? Probably. My fingers brushed against my neck, and I cringed at the soreness. Jerk, trying to choke me.I wasn’t sure what made me give in and relax in his grip, some kind of instinct. I knew if I didn’t fight him, he’d let me go. It was a gamble that had paid off. I had meant what I’d said about being tired of running. What difference did it make if I died at the hands of the hunters or some fucking Fae asshole? None.And that thought scared me.I’d survived this long by fighting, I couldn’t stop now. But ever since Orion had starte